Ch 34 - Belly Inflation ~Heavy Kinky~

Without another word, Pomona pushed using all her force into Ciara's eager mouth, her cock sliding down the girl's throat in a single push.

"Gahk! Hkk!"

Ciara gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She loved the way Pomona's cock felt, the way it filled her up so completely.

"Mm, yes," Pomona moaned, her hand tangling in Ciara's hair, playing with her curls, not paying attention to her distress, instead finding it very cute, "Take it all, I know you can, Miss Williams? You are my best student."

The night air was thick with scent of sex and plants, sounds of their lovemaking muffled by the leaves and branches.

Ciara's body was a canvas of pleasure, her mind a blur of nothing but filthy thoughts.

Pomona's cock pumped in and out of her, the rhythm steady and sure, just like everyday, day after day.

"zuuck me, nommy," Ciara mumbled around the girth, her own voice barely recognizable.

Pomona chuckled loudly at hearing that, her hand didn't even hesitate to move onto Ciara's ass, gaze filled with delight on noticing some old bruises, "You want more, don't you?" she teased, her finger circling the tight rosebud of girl's anus.

Ciara nodded losing her mind, her eyes pleading.

"Beg for it," Pomona said, her voice a low growl, "Beg for me to fuck you like the slut you are."

Ciara whimpered, her nose buried in Professor's nether regions, she could feel her pubic hair on her cheeks, her face hollowed around the meat, eyes watery, "zese ssor, cuak me ayrsee"

The professor didn't need any more encouragement. She pulled her cock from Ciara's mouth and smeared the precum along her own shaft.

Her eyes widened as she felt the head of Pomona's cock pressing against her tight hole, "Oh God!"

The stretch was exquisite, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. "Yes, yes," she chanted, her body moving back to meet the professor's thrusts.

Thap! Thwap!

Pomona pushed deeper, her organ disappearing into Ciara's welcoming heat.

The girl's belly was already distended, filled with the cum from their earlier encounters.

But she took it all, her body stretching to accommodate her lover's size.

"Look at you," Pomona whispered, her voice filled with awe, "So full, so beautiful. I will get you pregnant in no time."

The whispers in halls grew bolder, the rumors spreading like a dark vine through Hogwarts.

Students spoke of Professor Sprout's late-night visits to the greenhouse, of the sounds that could be heard through the walls.

They spoke of Ciara's swollen belly, her glazed expression and the way she moved with a newfound confidence.

But none dared speak the truth, secret that bound two of them together in a dance of desire.

As Pomona's cock filled Ciara's ass, the girl's belly grew even larger, a testament to the amount of cum she was holding.

"You're going to take it all," Pomona murmured, her eyes alight with a dark passion, "Every last drop, until you can't take anymore."

Ciara's eyes rolled back, her moans muffled by her own hand.

The night grew later, their passion unabated.

Ciara's body was a playground of football, her mind lost in a haze of lust.

She felt Pomona's hand slip under her shirt, mauling her breasts as she was fucked from behind.

"Mommy," she whimpered, the kinky word rolling off her tongue with ease, "Mommy, I'm going to cum again..."

And cum she did, her body spasming around the professor's cock, her pussy clenching and releasing in a symphony of pleasure.

Pomona's own orgasm followed, her dick pulsing as she filled the brunette's ass with her hot fertile seed.

Stayed that way for a moment, bodies joined as one, only sound their heavy panting.

Drip! Drip! Thut!

Then, with a final sigh, Pomona pulled out, her cum dripping from Ciara's stretched hole, "I need something to block this. We can't waste it after all...."

The greenhouse was a mess, the floor slick with their combined juices, plants around them drooping in exhaustion.

But Ciara's belly remained firm, evidence of their nightly rituals plain for anyone to see.

Each time she left the greenhouse, her steps were unsteady, her gait slightly altered by the weight of Pomona's cum inside her.

It became a game, a secret thrill that only two of them shared.

As weeks turned into months, the whispers grew more insistent.

Students began to notice Ciara's increasingly plumper figure, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over with desire.

They saw the way she moved through the halls, a secret smile playing on her lips, her body a testament to the depraved acts she performed with her professor.

Ignoring many obvious lustful gazes from both sex.

The rumors grew more wild, more vivid, with each telling.

Some swore they heard strange, inhuman noises coming from the greenhouse at night, others spoke of Professor Sprout's unnatural lust for her plants.

But Ciara didn't care.

She lived for those moments in the greenhouse, for the feeling of Pomona's cock inside her, for sound of Mandrakes' cries as they watched them fuck.

She lived for kinky talk, the way Pomona would whisper  "You are just a bitch." in her ear, pushing her to new heights of pleasure.

And so it went, until end of the school year drew near.

Ciara knew that she would soon have to leave Hogwarts, to enter the world beyond the castle walls.

The thought filled her with a mix of excitement and dread. What would happen to her and Pomona? Would their affair survive after graduation?

As she lay there, her belly obviously bulged with professor's cum, Ciara felt a pang of regret.

They had never spoken of love, never acknowledged the bond that had grown between them.

All they had was lust, power, raw, animalistic need that had brought them together night after night.

But as she looked into Pomona's eyes, she saw something more. A longing, a need that went beyond the physical.

The professor leaned down and kissed her, a gentle, lingering kiss that spoke of a love that could not be denied.

"Mine," she whispered again, her voice filled with a mix of tears and possession, "Always and forever."

The nights grew more frantic as graduation approached, each encountering a desperate attempt to impregnate Ciara with Pomona's seed.

But it was not to be.

Despite their best efforts, Ciara remained untouched by pregnancy, a fact that filled Pomona with a deep sadness.

She knew their time was limited, that soon Ciara would belong to another, her belly swollen with a child that was not hers.

On the final night before graduation, Pomona took Ciara to the greenhouse one last time.

They made love with a fierce intensity, bodies entwined as they sought to memorize every inch of each other.

"Fuck! Fuck! Ahhh! I am so b-big!" Ciara's belly grew and grew, her moans and pleas filling the air.

But as dawn approached, the reality of their situation could no longer be ignored.

Ciara would leave, and Pomona would be alone, her greenhouse a sad reminder of what might have been.

They kissed one last time, their hearts breaking, bodies still bound by the silken threads of desire.

And so, Ciara left Hogwarts, her secret life with Professor Sprout buried deep within her.

The rumors continued to swirl, the whispers grew fainter with time, but memory of their love remained, a secret garden of lust that would never truly die.

[...Do you want to use Gacha Wheel now? Maybe it will make you feel better, she's gone. You hav-----]

[System!]

[Y-Yes, Milkers?]

[Unless you can bring her back, then shut your mouth! And leave me in peace. This is all your fault!]

Years later, Ciara was married to a man from the Ministry, her belly plump with his child.

But she never forgot the nights in the greenhouse, feeling of Pomona's cock filling her, whispered words that had made her heart race.

And as she looked at her swollen stomach, she couldn't help but wonder if, somewhere deep inside, there was a part of her that still belonged to the woman who had taught her true meaning of power and desire.

Their affair had ended, but echoes of their passion could still be heard in whispers of Mandrakes, a reminder of the love.

[Ding! Ding!]

[Current SP - 530!]

[One Spin Costs - 200 SP!]

"...Fine, Roll the Gacha Wheel, have it your way."

System responded instantly.

Spin! Spin! Spi----!

[Congratulations! You have received the ability 'Instantaneous Rapid Aging' of Jason Voorhees from Jason Goes to Hell!

Note - If you ever get captured by Death Eaters, use this to to commit a less painful suicide! 'wink!'

Give them a view of dreams, rejoice!]

"How unbelievably useless. Most of them are locked up in Azkaban, with Dumbledore here I won't be captured," Pomona Sprout's mood only turned worse and she felt grim of even listening to this shitty system.

[....About that.]

[Ding! Congratulations! You have received '10 Affinity Points' of Venomous Tentacula in your Greenhouse!

Note - Cool, right? It won't try to strangle your neck, at least!]

"YOU! Merlin's Grace, so you think everyth-----"

[Shhh Milkers! No, swearing words, kids could be reading this!]

[Prompt!]

[It's not System's fault, you are just a bitchy Herbology Professor....Uff!]

Maybe spinning the wheel in middle of busting a nut was a bad decision.

xxxxxx

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